《Midnight Love》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

I had been seeing Dr.Victor Kane for “chronic stress management” sessions for three weeks now.He was 43, tall and powerfully built, with sharp features, steel-gray eyes, and a deep, commanding voice that made my stomach flutter every time he spoke. He ran a private practice specializing in “holistic wellness and behavioral therapy” for high-profile clients.Tonight’s session was scheduled for 10 PM — the last one of the day.When I arrived, Dr. Kane was waiting in the dimly lit therapy room. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and dark trousers. The usual couch was there, but so was a padded examination bench with soft leather restraints.“Close the door and lock it,” he said calmly, but there was a new edge in his voice.I did as told, my heart already racing.“Tonight we’re trying a different approach,” Dr. Kane continued, stepping closer. His eyes slowly raked over my body. “You’ve been resistant to relaxation techniques. So we’re go

Emma had been married to her husband for five years.He was a successful businessman — always traveling, always working late, always too tired or distracted to give her the attention she craved. Their sex life had become predictable and boring.That all changed when the construction crew arrived to renovate their backyard pool house.Jax was one of the workers — 32, tall, heavily muscled from years of manual labor, with rough hands, tattoos snaking up his arms, and a cocky smirk that made Emma’s thighs clench every time he looked at her.Her husband was away on a week-long business trip.It was the third day of construction when things escalated.Emma was in the kitchen wearing a thin white sundress that hugged her curves and showed off her long legs. She brought cold drinks out to the crew like a “thoughtful wife.”Jax was shirtless, sweat glistening on his tanned, muscular chest as he hammered away. When she handed him a bottle of water, their fingers brushed.His dark eyes locked o

Lila had been married to her husband for just eight months.He was 42, a powerful CEO who spent most of his time in boardrooms and on business trips. Their marriage looked perfect from the outside — luxury apartment, expensive gifts, glamorous events.But behind closed doors, it was cold. Her husband barely touched her anymore. He was always “too tired” or “too busy.”That changed when Noah started his summer internship at the company.Noah was 21 — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp jawline, and a quiet confidence that made Lila’s pulse race every time he walked past her husband’s office.Today, her husband was away for a three-day conference.Lila had come to the office to “drop off some documents” — wearing a tight white blouse that hugged her full breasts and a short black pencil skirt that showed off her long legs and round ass. She “accidentally” ran into Noah in the empty executive hallway after hours.“Mrs. Whitaker,” Noah said, his voice low as his eyes slowly trav

Lila was 38, recently divorced, and desperately trying to help her 19-year-old son pass his literature class.That’s how she ended up in Professor Elias Hawthorne’s private office every Tuesday evening.Professor Hawthorne was 46 — tall, distinguished, with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp cheekbones, and a deep, velvety voice that made even the driest poetry sound sinful. He had a quiet intensity that made students nervous and women weak.Tonight, her son had “suddenly” fallen sick again, so Lila came alone for the tutoring session.Professor Hawthorne closed the door behind her and locked it.“Mrs. Bennett,” he said smoothly, gesturing for her to sit on the small couch instead of the usual chair. “Your son seems to be… frequently unavailable. Perhaps we should discuss his progress privately.”Lila sat down, crossing her legs. She was wearing a fitted blouse that hugged her full breasts and a pencil skirt that showed off her curves — something she’d chosen without thinking too much about

The following Tuesday, Lila arrived at Professor Hawthorne’s office with her heart pounding.Her son, Ryan, was already inside for his regular tutoring session. She sat in the small waiting area outside the closed door, wearing a modest blouse and a knee-length skirt… but underneath, she had followed his instructions: no bra, no panties, and a plug he had sent her earlier in the week now nestled snugly in her ass.Every time she shifted in her seat, the plug moved, sending sparks of pleasure through her.The door finally opened. Ryan stepped out, looking frustrated with his books.“Mom? What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.Lila forced a calm smile, even though she could feel Professor Hawthorne’s cum from their last session still faintly leaking from her.“I just wanted to check on your progress, sweetheart. Professor Hawthorne said it would be helpful if I sat in on part of the session.”Ryan shrugged. “Okay, but I have to run to my study group. I’ll see you at home.”He hu